(tex owens)

Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - I - de - de
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de.

The cattle are prowlin? the coyotes are howlin?
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin?, a cowboy is singin?
This lonesome cattle call.

He rides in the sun ?til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Singin? his cattle call.

For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night winds blow up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call.

He?s brown as a berry from ridin? the prairie
And he sings with an ol? western drawl
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Singin? his cattle call.